M56 F56
Edit me nicely baby
January 26 2015
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RHP User
11 years ago
Sedately collect the pollen in their little pollen baskets..in homage to the Queen who is fucked by the drones...her concubines of sorts,living their lives in a sexual stupor ,servicing she who must be obeyed,slug like in her Royal splendour .
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RHP User
11 years ago
And don't those royals slug! and bruise the bees from bonkin', better than the princess; the Queen tops! The King; bottoms. Prince became a symbol, and disappeared. ps. nice to have such a lovely company still on the dance floor with me. Cheers Freya. This is FUN!
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madotara69
11 years ago
Dance well with this lady Miss Freya our friend xx, but not of the Tango the Waltz or Rumba, dance in the energy of well received Mantra, as I dance with Tara bathed in the light of electric green, let's Boogaloo, hit it Sam.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Is indeed the bees knees...We can,can in,boogaloo fun.Electric Light Orchestras synthesing well ,all the Taras twirling from Red to Green,the Queen of Goddesses tantrically engaging our bodies and minds,her mantra hummed by the bees as they swarm
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RHP User
11 years ago
Bent knees, a bog in a loo and the dancers bathed green with envy, what a party! Put it on repeat, Sam.
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RHP User
11 years ago
And while this goes on as if by special arrangement very softly she strokes the keyboard with regimented fingers.The drones don't know this they are only human.They are turning,running to hidden music, as if for the first time.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Whirl like Dervishes ,a meditative swirling to the refrain of the Persian flute which drifts across the perfumed bazaar...a voice begins to recite a verse from the Rubyait,ancient words..Awake for morning in the bowl of night has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight .
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RHP User
11 years ago
respect to all but...some things just should be left unsaid
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RHP User
11 years ago
With pants down, the Persian flautist flaunted his other flute. According to the women present, there was nothing worth talking about.
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madotara69
11 years ago
As she blew a kiss for a left handed toss, "go you good thing" she said, as all respected her lucky butt
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RHP User
11 years ago
She threw her luck to the wind, blew on the die, and scored , a 'natural'.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Was cast.,she could no longer go back.Indeed she had no desire to.The winds of fate would take her down a road less travelled.She opened the gate xxFreya
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RHP User
11 years ago
To chuck an oyster the natural saltiness dances on the tongue... an appetiser that leaves me wanting for main course.
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RHP User
11 years ago
for a crap ! I had to go back the wind from behind smells of roses i did find and at last the gate that leads me to my fate on an S bend of porcelin or fine ceramic of my master peice !! - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
11 years ago
A salad of soggy Emperors,time for a WOMAN to try the new clothes. The winds slam a civilisation with the door, and frankly my dear, I don't give a ma'am.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Immortalised his urinal changing forever our view of the seemingly mundane,not his crapper,that was left to the Mr's claim to fame...civilised women according to Queen Vicky.only ever perspired never sweated the small or the large....and Shakespeare's rose would smell as sweet as the oyster on your tongue..fit for an Empress indeed,although her name was never Lettice .
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RHP User
11 years ago
L.H.O.O.Q - we never knew her name, but the mystery is what she was sitting on and tickled by. Somewhere, someone drew a mustache above her smile.Is it art?
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RHP User
11 years ago
her name is butt a mystery, legend dictates she rules the empire with a clenched fist.Her weapon of choice lay strapped- on close to hand.Recently I have heard her referenced too "the Bearded Roman"
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RHP User
11 years ago
Down below that, it seems ,is tickling her fancy..the bearded lady has popped up on another thread..is it art ?,as much as that other lady's bed is...but not a Trace of her here.
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RHP User
11 years ago
brushes dipped in the pink milk of yaks curled softly over her aureole. Tracing her, his lust was red
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RHP User
11 years ago
his slowly increasing blood, strong currents streaming through veins.Who understands such desire, raw obsessions.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Obsessive was her desire, only red dragonfruit. The stallholders all knew her and welcomed her purse.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Life flows, strong, certain, blood, semen, desire, essential. Natural.
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RHP User
11 years ago
the purse of her lips, the red ripe fruit, how far would one travel for such delights.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Of the pomegranate,an astringent perfume.tart on the tongue ,glistening red pearls the interior ..like a cunt with many clitori,succulent and delicious..if you prefer the tart to the sickly sweet .
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RHP User
11 years ago
Slicing the tarte tatin was a particular ritual that he enjoyed. Inhaling the warm scent of the caramelised fruit was step 1. Turning the pie plate 180 degrees was step two. Step three was inserting his knife into the crust of the tarte. He breathed deeply. Why did he always think of entering her soft, warm, moist cunt when he did this?
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RHP User
11 years ago
The pomegranate sits in the local supermarket isles, why not toss in a 3 pack of cotton-tales undies for comfort as well.Now dragon fruit I was imagining French lingerie, suspender, fine lace. Both smell similar, look similar, yep sticky fingers.
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RHP User
11 years ago
The red pulp from his sticky fingers.one by one,her tongue sucking and swirling.taking her time..then she noticed a small red remnant at the corner of his mouth.That was his undoing.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Undoing. Undone. Scent on the wind, flash of red. Silk tie. Her undoing. Her undone
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RHP User
11 years ago
he breathed deeply, thoughts turned upside down, licked, sucked, rotated, and prodded.now served caramelized,gooey on a plate was a nice, soft, warm cunt-he lifted her summer skirt...
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RHP User
11 years ago
Was the finest silk.coloured like the dragon fruit and pomegranate ,embroidered with gold thread it floated around his head,caressed his cheeks ,he breathed in her scent,musk and sandalwood...
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madotara69
11 years ago
Breeze wafting her deeply scented served secret-aired, fair he moans for the passion with thoughts for a flash of her noticed warm wet cunt glistening silky gooey sticky, shortly undone done prodded done nice doing cunt dished on a plate as her summer skirt is lifted, udoing her remnant cotton tail 180 degrees of entering softly till done inserting deeply, clitori astringent, red of succulent deliciously ritual, ripe tart taken timely enjoying inhaling deeply as sweet pie turned too pulp, thinking why her moist warm cunt lifting, particularly preferred why did he when he did this? Delighted with how far semen travels, red cunt too a neck glistening of pearls, thoughts swirling.
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RHP User
11 years ago
his nostrils flared, this thread frustrating him too no end floating about, slapping his head.red hot pie, hold the vanilla, he parts her cheeks.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Could he take here, cheeks parted, body pressed against the tree? Could he not take her here, cheeks parted, body pressed against the tree? Her soft coos and moans were as aphrodisiac as her scent and an invitation to continue.
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RHP User
11 years ago
"Better one byrde in the hande than ten in the wood"
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RHP User
11 years ago
Beautiful music,to the old words of the poet king,turn.turn,passions cleaving to the bone..Life and death merging ..shall it be male or female say the cells,ah that's the rub.the only rub that tickles..with apologies to Mr. Thomas
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RHP User
11 years ago
you harness together beautiful wordswords that invoke images sublimewords that conjure musicwords that toy with the mindwords that sate the soulFreya Goddess of Words
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RHP User
11 years ago
From one end of the continent to the other, you have wandered .Universal are your songs of love and freedom..Wisdom's meeting place residing within an unfettered spirit ,lift your voice as you lift our hearts,x
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RHP User
11 years ago
Universal, the ties that bind us all together, contradictorily leaving us free to find our place in the pattern, no strings attached. Forming threads that wind, wend, warp and weft. Hesione Bound, Freya freed, and Gypsy wild, heartfelt rise together in concert and raise the spirits in the place of wisdom, the fora.
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RHP User
11 years ago
There is flora in the fora, and a gem too. An oft flowering and fruitful pearand a lustrous pearl
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RHP User
11 years ago
Where we reside,the fora....we tap our stories,space our keys,share our words like lustrous pearls,small offerings to each other...floating through the ether to sometimes comfort,sometimes prick the imagination and sometimes just to be.
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RHP User
11 years ago
ignite my fire, stir my curiousity, sate my desire. Tickle my oyster, I might offer a pearl. A dance in the fora... Let's give it a whirl! <3
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RHP User
11 years ago
Whirl rhymes with girland with curlrhymes with twirland unfurl A curly headed girl became a whirling dervish and in her whirling and twirling her mind began unfurling.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Shirley Temple was a curly haired girl, she whirled and twirled until she hurled.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Lollipops will do that ,a whole shipful,much,much too many for a tiny songstress.Tap ,tap ,tapping alongside Bo,the Little Colonel now dancing slow.
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RHP User
11 years ago
her mind filled with visions of wonder and heavenly delights beyond imagination. Fantasies of a man worthy of her merit. A man to be the lead, in her musical of life.
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RHP User
11 years ago
the colonel pulled anchor some time past, his vessel meandering of over the horizon.All these delights tap, tap, tapping.. tardiness, I'm thinking you missed the boat Hun.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Attila the Hun danced in the wake of his perceived destruction, yet his people loved him for the food he captured from countries outside their own. When a Hun is late, he eats his HUNza pie cold
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RHP User
11 years ago
Horny was rather corny,he liked to eati Ms Hunza's pie,he stuck in his finger,she shouted BAZINGA oh my what a very good Jack you are xxFreya
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RHP User
11 years ago
Jack and Jill went up the hill and ended up stuck in a corner, after Jack broke his crown tumbling Jill, and courted her forever after.
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madotara69
11 years ago
Jack was up Jill, she laid there so still, until Jack filled her with a corn cob, Jill let go and tumbled around leaving Jack with his horny chortle, cooked corn on the cob with melted Jill sauce, true love forever after
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RHP User
11 years ago
Sighed Jill,you love me still,who knew this would be,when we first started,I thought we would soon be parted.But now it seems you re the man of my dreams and a house for two,just for me and you will very soon be started
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RHP User
11 years ago
lies within children books poor naive Jill the white picket fence 2.3 snotty nose kids but a pipe dream within her head.Jack just wanted to get his leg over true love fore ever after my ass.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Starting with fairy tail endings and ending with ass, or even if she'd just given him head, you'd think there'd be no bairns in the pipeline.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Outside the supermarket.Jill lead the singing of the comrades anthem........The workers flag is deepest red.... Jack with his managers badge on stood on the other side.....at issue was the price of milk and free range eggs .
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RHP User
11 years ago
lovely peach or a pear shaped form bent over in a flowing red skirt I have heard about milk cleansing of pipelines, enima's and such.Butt what would one do with free range eggs.
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RHP User
11 years ago
with face in matching hue... strikes a deal... butt doesn't hold up her end... cooling off in the pool instead, drinking eggnog pricey at the cost of a Jewel.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Let us all be jolly..But that's not the right season..🐣🐣🐣🐰🐰🐰it stands to reason ,because Easter will soon be here.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Cadbury variety comes with how many cups of milk? So many molds, but most hollow within, or rich with sweet flavours. . Back we are to the bunny, and fertility, the stuff life is made of.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Quoting 'MrsPeachyPearL' Cadbury variety comes with how many cups of milk? So many molds, but most hollow within, or rich with sweet flavours. . Back we are to the bunny, and fertility, the stuff life is made of. . and faith is based on.
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RHP User
11 years ago
secret recipes, ovens fueled and fired, stoke the embers smoldering on slow burn.hot xxx buns, crumpet, muffin, served with churned milk by knowing hands.faith lies within the .desire to step out and make a chocolate upside down pie.
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RHP User
11 years ago
And the women, are stepping out of the kitchen because there's something we forgot to say to you. Faith in ourselves has us doing it for ourselves. Eurythmically speaking.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Are the colours of the day..but just a reminder of the past..when women were bound in a servitude not of their choosing...included in the list of properties.."Who gives this woman to this man" is the remnant that reminds us .
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RHP User
11 years ago
International women's day of course Silly me, Mrs Peachy needs to re cooperate from cooling off her tush in the pool yesterday.And Ms Freya after that colourful Meet and Greet down the street and all those shenanigans going on..Me thinks you gals have lovely rythem,structure and order xo
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RHP User
11 years ago
I got music,........who could ask for anything more,sang Ella...yes Jules,there was lots of music and dancing..but there is a missing line here..fill in the dots xxFreya
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RHP User
11 years ago
Easter, bastardised from Oestre, goddess of fertility. Faith in nature to provide was once the source of daily pride, whereas now many need the vengeful monotheistic god whom they have to heed. Judgement, commandments, deprivation and sin, we got christianity, judaism ans islam, what did we win? Quoting 'MrsPeachyPearL' Quoting 'MrsPeachyPearL' Cadbury variety comes with how many cups of milk? So many molds, but most hollow within, or rich with sweet flavours. . Back we are to the bunny, and fertility, the stuff life is made of. . and faith is based on.
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RHP User
11 years ago
IWD came and wentand my day was spentquietly celebratingquietly agitatingquietly committed to being mea woman, free.
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madotara69
11 years ago
chocolate made with powder milk to taste like Easter
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RHP User
11 years ago
In California,beautiful girls,wreathes of cabbage roses in their hair..Eggs hidden in the beautiful garden fr the children to hunt...Easter in Spring time...the oldest of festivals come to life .
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RHP User
11 years ago
International Woman's Day gifted unto me, 1 caring woman, who focused valued attention upon me, that caused me to look outside to see, not just she, but women down through history. Even the Bible, I have come over time to see, is about His_story. . I am at a crossroads where my Saviour is but a user of woman. There are no woman disciples. No one asked Mary how she felt about being a single mother? . Something to believe in, we need, don't we.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Quoting 'madotara69' chocolate made with powder milk to taste like Easter structured as a bunny, a bilby or an eggchildren cajoling, wheedling, some even begfor the powdered taste of Easter. and the lactose intolerant eat dairy-free blocks that lack design
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RHP User
11 years ago
do you feel the earth beneath your feet . . . . believe in the earth do you taste the rain upon your lips . . . . believe in the rain do you feel the wind in your hair . . . . believe in the winddo you enjoy the warmth of the fire in the grate . . . .believe in fire earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit Its elemental my Peach, believe in the elements and yourself
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madotara69
11 years ago
We all have the story of Mother Nature, we can believe in her, she cautions.
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RHP User
11 years ago
When You Are Old When you are old and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire,take down this book.And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars. W.B. YEATS
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RHP User
11 years ago
The first star I see tonight,peeping through the clouds of grey,the moon a sliver hanging there,a witches fingernail the old ones declare..the ancient mysteries still residing fragmenting now it's true but the stars and the moon nocturnal in their intention still shine there,if only or a few.xxFreya
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RHP User
11 years ago
Star lit she was, and in the radiance you could feel the ancient magic. Moonlit she was as she practiced her timeless art of calling in the elements and the guardians of the four directions. In the starlight, the shape of her dance was primal, totemic. Wild.
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RHP User
11 years ago
I am alive and elemental, made of the stuff everything is made of. A part of the all, bonded by invisible ties that make me, me. You, you. We, us. The result of a big bang of some type or another.
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RHP User
11 years ago
...and the big bang busted His balls! He invented the Dr. to fix stuff. It was She who made the correction. The letter "H" also for Her. The successful surgery made we, a S/He and then the seasons, the cycle, the condition is boom and bust and back again. Man, often L-only.
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RHP User
11 years ago
He said, "Boom, boom, boom lets go back to my room and we can do it all night and you can make me feel right"... . And I said... "Yeah right".
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RHP User
11 years ago
For knowledge of history(ie. patriarchy and minute men), she's within her right to "yeah right" with what's left of a promise. An all night, yep one of those with such a lover where the moon goes boom and becomes the sun. And that's how day is born.
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RHP User
11 years ago
Some see the Peach another sees the plant of the seedSome will come with spades others with bulldozer Some fish with a runner bout Some with trawlerSome come to amber and see Green Some see redWith a wink and a grin what do you seeDo you see the juicy flesh of the Peach and want to eat- orDo you see the pearl within the oyster or the meat
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RHP User
11 years ago
Buried in the peach, the pip of the peach by flesh was the texture of a g-spot."Feel that on my tongue, my fingers and all her secretions which nourish across my mouth, chin and cheeks. Slurp slurp nom nom", said he who longed to live on peach alone, "would that make me a vegetarian?".
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